"There's a trap ahead!"
This method of recording really did resemble something a Centaur would do, but Ogg kept feeling that something was off.
Why would the Centaurs leave behind a stone tablet like this? Didn't deciphering it take time?
Just as Ogg's expression darkened uncertainly,
Luna and Iris quietly discussed it and decided to drip their blood onto the phoenix's tail feathers.
This would tell Fawkes that they were facing a life-or-death crisis.
Just as they steeled themselves and used a small silver knife to draw a little blood from their fingertips, inspiration struck Ogg as well.
He understood. This was not a warning left by the Centaurs.
But even so, it was an open scheme.
Whether there was danger ahead, whether the people in front were weakened, unless it came to the absolute worst,
there was no way he could lead two young witches into it.
After all,
Ogg's frankness and boldness were reserved for the young wizards at school and friends he acknowledged.
Having traded in the black market for years, he was naturally no stranger to scheming against others.
This was so much like a rookie making their first deal, talking too much to put on a show because they lacked confidence.
Yet he simply could not gamble, because he had two young witches with him...
Ogg figured it out. He turned around and silently looked at the two girls.
He knew they were sending a signal, so there was no harm in waiting here.
After the two girls sent the signal, Iris applied Essence of Dittany to Luna's wound.
Luna let Iris hold the hand she had cut, then looked back at Ogg and asked,
"Mr. Ogg, we've sent Professor Dumbledore an emergency signal for help. What do we do now?"
"Wait!"
After a moment